War, was only a card game.
Your worst enemies, were your siblings.
The only thing to get broken, were your toys.
Getting high, meant swinging on the playground.
The worst thing you could get from girls, were cooties.
The only thing you smoked, were the tires on your bike.
Having a cold one, meant drinking a glass of lemonade.
The only drug you knew of, was cough medicine.
The only thing that hurt, were skinned knees.
Race issues, were who ran the fastest.
Life was simple and carefree,
But what I remember most,
Is wanting to grow up.
